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      THEY’RE IN BETWEEN BOUTS OF  OWLs and NEWTs,    examinations have even the brightest of minds frayed and pushed to the breaking point.     the sun’s shining,    weather’s turning warmer,    and more and more students find their way to do their studying outside.  tom and luna is no exception where they’re lounging in the shadow of a huge tree near the shores of the black lake.  tom has a book suspended in the air above him as his head rests gently in luna’s lap.    the silver raven is busy transfiguring and conjuring stuff, the soft voice gently wafting through tom’s concentration,   but it’s more of a comfort than a nuisance and he find he doesn’t mind it all that much.     not even when her fingers tread lightly through his hair does he break away from the book, an involuntary smile creeping across his features instead.     gaze of blue moves then from the suspended book, to lock onto sparkling silver, a dark brow quirked in query.    ‘ pray tell, Luna,   care to explain to me what you’re doing ? ’

          TOM IS QUIET for a while,   almost pretending that he hasn’t heard the soft voice of the younger ravenclaw.    but his face betrays him by the narrowing of dark brows,  and faint twitching at the corner of his mouth   —   as if he’s trying to fight a smile.     theatrically heaving a sigh he directs a rather exasperated gaze at the petite blonde and shakes his head minutely in feigned bemusement.        ❝    ——   i guess  ”    he starts,  now smiling faintly,    ❝    that their hissing can hold a certain musical quality to it.     but in general, no,  a snake cannot sing.  ”

                             IT IS AMUSING TO THE HALFBLOOD,  the way the younger girl acts around him.    innocence radiates in silver,  and he’s drawn to it, he is,    like a moth to the flame.      head tilt sideways,  lips automatically quirking slightly upwards,  upon seeing her ;  icy blue gaze watching mesmerized as fire from the torches dances in the paleness of her hair,   giving her skin an ethereal glow.     he watches her quietly for a moment, trying to commit this to his memory for later artistry.      maybe, one day,  he might even show her some of those.       odd feeling, this shyness that seems to overcome him at times when it comes to the silver raven.   unfamiliar,  unwelcome.        tom riddle is not used to be feeling out of sorts due to anything.       tentative smile falters slightly as she keeps on staring at him,    and tom, now kind of unnerved, let his eyes narrow in burgeoning annoyance.      then it seems like luna has gathered her courage and as she step into his personal space,  tom watch  her intently, with bated breath, as she gets on her toes and press her lips to his cheek.     his heart skips a beat,  as unfamiliar warmth spreads through his entire being,  for a brief moment he keeps on watching her with confusion clearly evident in pools of icy blue.   then, with a minute shake of his head, as if to clear his thoughts, he’s reached out and grabbed a hold of her arm,     tugging her gently back towards him.   thumbs stroke gently over the soft skin of her cheeks,  tucking strands of blonde hair behind her ear,     before tilting her head slightly backwards to look at him,    and with the briefest bout of hesitation he’s bent down and gently brushed his lips across hers,  pulling back with a kind of smile only reserved for her.

                                  DARK HEAD IS BENT over parchment,  quill scribbling feverishly,   occasional glance to check something or other from one of the three books spread out across the table in front of him.     the candles in the library is burning low,   signaling that it is in fact nearing curfew, and tom HAS TO finish this essay before then.    on the other side of the table is luna,  a rather comforting presence in this different time.     the silver raven is rather adorable,  and tom feels calmer around her,  her voice drifting through the haze homework seems to wrap him in.    usually he can block it out,  fire off a few off-hand comments  every now and then.    only this time his head snap upwards to direct a rather confused glare at her,  dark brows narrowing.        ❝  er …..  i beg you pardon ?  ”

       HAND WRAPPED AROUND THE MUG FILLED WITH COFFEE, steel grey gues fixed on the moving pictures of the Daily Prophet in front of him, Cedric looked up at the familiar voice on his left, already smirking, when Luna made her way over to his table. He liked having the blonde ravenclaw around, most of all because he liked her ATTITUDE&& the fact that she always had to share interesting ( even if sometimes a little odd ) news && stories. He was well aware that a lot of people thought of Luna as someone strange, someone a little quirky, but even though Cedric was kind of popular inside of Hogwarts walls, he never let anyone tell him who to befriend && who to not like. He wasn’t really sure how exactly his interacting with Luna started, he just knew that he really liked how AUTHENTIC she was, despite the fact that a lot of people probably thought that she was somewhat weird. Pushing the newspaper away, eyebrows slowly rose at the girls words, a smirk pulling on the corner of his lips, ( ANTICIPATION for whatever weird, yet interesting thing Luna would tell him this time ) before another sip of milky coffee was taken. “Well, I’m sure you gonna tell me what exactly you saw in a second, so I’m all ears.”

THE FIVE SENSES / SENTENCE STARTERS.